Today I am so pleased to welcome J.T. Cheyanne and V.L. Moon to Joyfully Jay. J.T. and V.L. Moon are here share an excerpt from their latest release, Crimson Ties (Crimson Nights Saga, Book #2). They have also brought along some great tour wide giveaways. Please join me in giving them a big welcome!
Arial Nathanial and Roman Chamberlin sat across from Malachi; two opposites in outward presence and demeanor. The Fallen dressed in fighting gear and sporting a gloomy expression slouched in his chair, giving the appearance of indifference and carelessness. Malachi knew he was neither. Something dwelled on the male’s mind. Beside him, Roman sat perfectly straight as if unwilling to crease his perfectly pressed Tom Ford suit. The Elder was all business.
“The last of the painting was finished yesterday. The repairs are done. My enclave can finally settle down now,” Roman reported and leaned forward to slide an invoice across Malachi’s desk. “Those are the last items we purchased for the repairs, but you can…ummm…no need for reimbursement.” The Elder’s face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.
Narrowing his gaze on the younger vampire, Malachi fought the grin that tugged at his lips. “Could it be because of the bill I received from Adam and Eve?”
Arial’s eyes widened. The Fallen dropped his head to hide his smile. When Roman’s face went scarlet, Malachi tossed a sealed envelope across his desk. “What you do behind closed doors is obviously your business, Elder, unless I have to pay for it.” Malachi pointed a finger at the male. “Next time, I’ll expect full details of how each item was used and for how long.”
Arial choked and leaned forward. Large shoulders shook with repressed laughter. Roman gulped. “I didn’t…Tobias grabbed the wrong card…he didn’t…we didn’t…,” Roman sputtered to a stop and hung his head. Arial and Malachi gave up; the hilarity refused to be confined. Their chuckles echoed in the room. Malachi met Roman’s misery filled eyes and shook his head with a smile still on his face.
“Not a problem. This time. Next time, yeah. I want details. Maybe a re-enactment for the angel’s benefit.”
“Hell no,” Arial grunted. “And don’t be giving that hairy ass wolf any ideas. He doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.” All three heads turned when the massive wooden doors of Malachi’s office burst open. The mischievous wolf in question sailed through without knocking and had eyes only for the vampire across from Malachi. He swooped in like the predator he was and claimed the Elder’s mouth in a possessive kiss.
“Hey baby,” the shifter growled when he pulled back.
“Tobias, damn it. I told you things are more formal here,” Roman muttered and batted at the hands working to tug his shirt free of his pants. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Malachi’s right fucking behind you.”
“Says the vampire who challenged the Summus the very first time you met him,” Tobias purred. His eyes lit triumphantly when his palms met warm skin.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Arial groaned. Standing up, he grabbed Tobias by the scruff of the neck and jerked him off his feet. “The full moon is still a week away. Keep ya dick in ya pants.” He tossed the young male into an empty chair beside Roman and resumed his seat.
“Hello, asshat,” Malachi drawled. “You forgot to knock. Again.”
Unrepentant, Tobias grinned and tossed a leg over the side of the chair. “How’s it hangin’, Denali?”
“To the right and about mid-thigh, wolf,” Malachi shot back.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Laziel placed the broken pieces of Lachi’s laptop into the drawer beside their bed. It wasn’t his fault it broke—technology was never his strong point. Lachi shouldn’t have let him use it knowing his past history with the food mixer and the vacuum.
“Better sweeten him up a bit before he finds out the dam thing went nuclear on me. Stupid thing,” Laziel muttered. How in Heaven was he supposed to buy Lachi’s nice-n-naughty’s if every time he did his research, the useless piece of crap went and blew up! It wasn’t like his search was fruitless; on the contrary, he’d been smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat at the new range of platinum vibrating butt plugs. The whole display was so eye catching, with a broad selection of ridged and smooth toys along with ones that had rotating nodules and turbo speed settings. More than excited, he’d just received his order confirmation and receipt before smoke started pouring from the damn thing. Lachi would forgive him. Eventually. Especially when he received a new toy chest to play with.
Laziel couldn’t contain the shudder that rippled through him.
The thought of what Lachi would do to him brought a wicked wry smile to Laziel’s face and made the more prominent parts of his anatomy lengthen and swell to such a degree that the thought of wearing pants made Laz cringe. Smirking ruefully, he let loose his hair and plucked a tasseled sarong from the multitude of scarves, cuffs and leather bindings kept alongside the bed and tied the strip of fabric loosely around his hips. It hung low enough that Laz knew the line of hair leading from his navel would taunt his male and have him virtually panting to run his tongue down the happy trail to where his throbbing arousal jutted free and wept a silky stream of sweet angelic essence.
“Better batten down the hatches, big boy, ya angel’s on his way,” Laz sang as flipped the sound up on the internal sound system, slipped his feet into a pair of bejeweled flip flops and danced his way toward the sound of his male’s deep rumbling laughter.
“Well hellooooooooo…if it isn’t Larry, Curly, and Moe,” Laziel sang as he sauntered into the room. Arial let loose with a pained groan when Laz bent over the desk to pick an apple Jolly Rancher from the bowl Lachi kept there for him. “Hello sexy…Where ya been all my life?” He asked playfully around the hard candy stuck in his mouth. Lachi sat back in his seat, one brow arched and eyes brimming with lustful intent.
“See something ya like handsome?” Laughing playfully, Laziel turned and leaned against the desk. He eyed Roman, looking anywhere other than at him, and took that as a cue to taunt the stoic male. Giving Tobias a wicked wink as he crossed the room, Laziel pouted and leaned into Roman, pinching his already flushed cheeks.
“Awe…has someone been caught in the naughty drawer? Tell me, cutie pie, did you go for the ones that light up?” He smirked when Roman stared open mouthed at him. Laziel knew bending down to Roman was giving Lachi a full on view of his ass and gave a sneaky peek back. Oh yeah. Dark and deadly was looking, and by the look on his face, he liked the show. Turning to Arial, Laziel went to speak; however, Arial was too quick. He knew Laz too well and pointed at him to behave.
“You’re such a party pooper, Arial,” Laziel chimed as he made his way to the bar and cracked the seal on Lachi’s favored Glenfiddich. He poured four hefty servings before starting in on his own drink of choice. The appletini cocktail was mixed with a lethal amount of absinth and looked like a glass of toxic waste. He took a large swallow and relished the burn along the back of his throat before taking their guests their own drinks.
“One does try to make him a little more sociable, but he still forgets at times that others might like a drink.” Laziel knew he was taunting Lachi, who’d remained stoically silent since he entered the room. Lazily, he let his fingers play in Tobias’s hair, taunting the wolf and his vampire mate. Tobias, always up for fun, rose to the bait and pulled Laz over the chair to sit on his lap. Laziel went willingly, amidst a holler of laughter from a shocked Arial.
Almost too casually, Malachi swirled his Scotch and watched the angel and the wolf through hooded eyes. Per the norm, his cock had gone diamond hard as soon as his male sashayed his sexy ass into the room wearing next to nothing. Through the thin material, Malachi’s eyes had traced the outline of Laziel’s sex and the sweet curve of his ass each time he posed and postured in front of their guests. He barely managed to control the growl of aggression when the wolf tumbled Laziel into his lap.
Malachi surged to his feet and allowed his own pent up arousal free reign into the room. Arial paled and groaned. Sweat popped out on his forehead. Terror streaked across Roman’s face when he circled his desk.
“Tobias, let him go. Now. No one touches Laziel. Ever,” he whispered frantically. Malachi flicked a glance at Laziel. The angel’s eyes were molten with desire. He was enjoying every bit of Lachi’s aggression and possessiveness. Cheeky fucking angel; he continued to trace patterns across Tobias’s chest with his finger, a blatant dare to Malachi’s savage nature. Roman popped up like a jack-in-the-box between them.
“Malachi. He didn’t mean anything by it. You know he’s a tease,” he rushed to explain. He reached out to grasp Malachi by the arm, but the predatory, glowing glare stopped him. Arial joined the Elder blocking him from the angel and wolf. Malachi quirked a brow at the pair of them.
“Really? You think to keep me from my angel?” he shook his head and smiled ruefully. “And here I credited you both with intelligence.” Arial cursed and braced for impact. Roman swallowed. Hard. Behind them, Laziel smirked and wiggled his ass deeper into Tobias’s lap.
“I think Batman intends to spank me with his utility belt.”Laziel mocked Malachi’s temper, leaning so close to Tobias their lips almost met.
“Damn it, Laz,” Arial growled. “The bastard is already snarling, quit fucking poking him.”
“But, it’s so much more fun when he gets all possessive and growly.” Laziel shivered dramatically. “Look at him, all that aggression and lust, just for me. Good thing I’m riding commando. He won’t destroy another perfectly good g-string.”
“I thought I felt a strong prick in my leg,” Tobias joked, wiggling his brows.
“Tobias Chamberlin!” Roman shouted. “Shut up before he takes your fool head off.” Laziel collapsed in laughter; his beautiful and barely covered body on full display. Malachi gave in to the vampire. With a snarl, he shoved the Elder and the Fallen aside like Moses parting the Red Sea. Tobias paled at the sight of his fangs and hellish red eyes. His arms fell away leaving Laziel unencumbered.
“You want to play do you, angel mine?” Malachi plucked Laziel from Tobias’s lap with a hand behind his neck and one around his waist. His mouth crashed down on smirking lips. Tongues met and battled for dominance. Strong legs locked around Malachi’s waist. Laziel’s celestial pheromones slammed into the room. Arial stumbled into the desk and went to his knees. Tobias whined and launched himself at a lust dazed Roman.
Malachi broke their heated kiss. “Now, look what you did you naughty angel,” he ground out.
Laughter, wicked and full of carnal intent slipped from Laziel’s lips to ghost over Lachi’s darkening features. He gripped tighter pressing the hefty weight of his arousal against Lachi and ground his hips to tease the male’s already floundering attempts to contain himself. Pouting playfully, Laziel drew in a long breath and groaned.
“Want me to kiss your boo boos, Arial? I’m sure Lachi would love to see me on my knees with my lips locked on your flesh. Ohhhh!” A loud scream rented Laziel’s lips when Lachi hoisted him over the width of one shoulder and planted a heavy palm to the cheek of his bared ass. The loud smack of flesh against flesh tore a whimpered moan from Laziel. He expected more; the denial stung.
He loved the harsh sting of Lachi’s punishing blows. The way his skin bloomed and heated gave him a heightened sense of euphoria that, more often than not, resulted in him zoning out amidst a haze of sensual bliss. Laziel’s disappointment soon turned to joy when Lachi manhandled him, pulling him down, so his erection rubbed over the smooth flow of fabric and wept to be touched. The ensuing growl emanating from his vampire only aided in making the prominent swell thicken further as blood engorged the throbbing length, causing it to protrude proudly from the sheer length of flimsy fabric.
A swift turn and Laziel was bent harshly over the onyx expanse of Lachi’s desk. His legs trembled as rough hands bared his ass cheeks to their lust ridden audience. Lachi’s arousal drenched the room, mingling with Laziel’s and Tobias’s pheromones. The overly amorous wolf panted with need as he watched, fingers fisted in Romans hair. He turned the wide eyed, open mouthed Elder to watch Lachi punish him. A wicked grin marred the wolf’s flush face as he ground himself against Roman’s ass.
The intoxicating aroma within the room became heavy and charged when the first crack of the paddle met with Laziel’s creamy flesh. Nails scored the hard desktop as Laziel bit down on his own bottom lip and moaned for more. The next hit came faster than expected, taking his breath away and making the length of his cock twitch. Spreading his legs further, Lachi exposed him triumphantly and switched to the long handled riding crop. The soft leather cuff at the top stroked lazily over the sensitive flesh of Laziel’s perineum, fooling him into a more relaxed state. The strokes persisted even as the next slap to his rear ricocheted through the room. Wide eyed, Laziel twisted his head to see Lachi’s heavy leather boot blocking his view. His male had one foot on the desk beside him as he tortured the sweet downy patch of skin behind his ball sack. Lachi’s other hand was raised high readying itself for the next blistering spank. Every inch of Laziel’s flesh began to tingle from the rush of adrenaline spiking his system.
“I think it’s only fitting that our guests witness you receiving punishment for your wicked intent. Now, be good angel, or I’ll be forced to take you in hand and show our guests exactly how much it takes to calm down your vamp.” Lachi’s words sent a shudder through Laziel. The male bent down, lowering himself toward Laziel’s ear and growled. “It’s going to happen either way. That sweet tight ass belongs to no one but me. It’ll teach you to not to raise the hackles of our guests by playing games you know you won’t win.” A wry smirk tilted the corner of Lachi’s lips as he flicked his wrist and sent a shockwave of lust through Laziel that had him grinding his cock against the hard wooden desk.
“Better make sure I can’t move by the end of it then, unless of course, you’re too afraid of taking a little pain in return,” Laziel ground out and closed his eyes. The temperature in the room skyrocketed as Lachi hovered on the precipice between desire and rage. He was easy to taunt, not so easy to tame. Laziel knew if he pushed harder the tables would turn, ensuring a release of Malachi’s beast.
“Probably isn’t the right time to tell you that I did something bad,” he teased, and watched as the flicker of light in his vampire’s eyes darkened until all that remained was the unfathomable depths of his erotically depraved glare. This was going to be fun….
“If you mean something worse than taunting my savage side and driving our friends into a frenzy of lust,” Malachi growled, “I think we’ll have to discuss it later. The spanking doesn’t seem to have worked.” Lust clawed at his brain making it hard to think. He blinked and backed away. Laziel shoved up from his bent position and turned to give Malachi even more of an eyeful. Fucking hell, the angel was his addiction. His body responded to the visual display of bare male skin ripe for his taking and pleasure. He wanted to be inside of him, driving deeper and harder.
Clinging to the desk like it was a life preserver, Arial groaned. “You two need to get the fuck to your quarters before the entire enclave succumbs to the shit pouring off of you.” The leather pants the Fallen wore stretched taut over a massive erection. Sweat beaded his brow.
“Shut the hell up, Arial,” Tobias snapped. “This is better than full moon mating.” Malachi flicked a glance over his shoulder to see the wolf standing behind Roman with his hand shoved down the front of Roman’s pants. The Elder sagged against his mate, hooded eyes fixed on Laziel. Malachi shook his head and returned his attention to his angel. Laziel lounged against his desk, his obvious desire tenting the twisted sarong. He’d forgotten the angel’s love of exhibition. Their audience only heightened Laziel’s arousal; their gazes were like fingers caressing his bare skin. It had the opposite effect on Malachi’s savage temperament. He’d shared all of his angel he could tolerate. Time to heed Arial’s advice.
He vibrated with the need to possess, to claim the male that belonged to him and him alone. His vampiric nature roared. Prowling forward, he crowded between Laziel’s spread thighs and circled his waist with his arms. “Game’s over, angel,” he said just as a blinding light flashed behind Arial.
“Gawd damn, vampire King. I thought the demons set the bar on orgies. But you, my soulless friend, are to be commended. Fuckin’ an angel with an audience while beneath the Pope’s very robes. I just might have to make you an honorary demon brother. Care to share your prize? I hear angels are quite energetic bed partners.”
His gaze landed on Arial and remained. The scent of sulfur and lascivious lust dominated the room. Rhys stood with his arms crossed almost negligently over his massive chest. The bulge in his trousers made Malachi blink. In demon form, the male presented an intimidating figure, all over. Malachi curled a lip at his suggestion.
“Not in this life or the next, demon,” he spat.
Arial stiffened and spun to face the demon. Awaiting just such a reaction, Rhys pounced on him like a cat with a mouse. The kiss blistered the air around them and torqued Malachi’s arousal past the manageable level. Frantic hands grabbed Laziel and snatched him away from the desk.
With a snarl, he tossed Laziel over his shoulder and planted another hard slap on his ass. He glared at their friends. “You fuckers make a mess in here you better damn well clean up after yourselves, and no fucking on my desk.” With a final glower, he spun for the door. “Whatever the fuck you did, angel, it better not have been spilling the lube or losing the key to the toy box, or you just might not be able to walk tomorrow.”
Not everything in Heaven is as holy as it seems…
In Crimson Ties, the second installment of the Crimson Nights Saga, Laziel is nowhere to be found, and with the ferocity of Malachi Denali’s vampiric temperament growing out of control, Rome’s Vatican enclave and those that dwell there risk everything to keep their King’s throne out of Darklon De Sangue’s treacherous hands.
As Darklon’s mental state deteriorates, his treasonous plans to overthrow Malachi know no bounds. With Arial dancing upon a deadly double-edged sword and working to gain Darklon’s trust, this continuing saga keeps everyone on tenterhooks as new treaties are strengthened and friendships are forged by oaths and blood.
Will Laziel return in time to save Malachi from those that threaten the male he loves, or will the fury of Malachi’s distain for emotion see Laziel ascend if he refuses to accept the hand that destiny has dealt him and the gift of his angel’s love?
With emotions running high, and Malachi’s past turning up to haunt them both in the form of the mysterious Vischeral Bourne, the twists and turns may prove too much for Laziel and his vampire. While Malachi and Laziel struggle with fate, an alliance with the wolves and the secrets behind the Nephilim and their sadistic Queen threaten to rock the very foundations of the supernatural world.
Who knows what ties will bind and which will fade away.
With a high element of supernatural romance and erotic sexcapades between male lovers, Crimson Ties may not be to some people’s taste, but for those brave enough to step into the wicked world of Laz and Lachi, we hope that you will read and thoroughly enjoy…
Laz and Lachi Publications is the combined writing team of J.T. Cheyanne and V.L. Moon. The two met in 2010, fell hard and fast for each other and married in April 2014. They write both independently and together in the gay erotica and gay paranormal genres. They also have a couple of contemporary romance novels under their belt.
Our joint page: https://www.facebook.com/LazLachibook
Web site: http://www.lazandlachi.com/
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